[Red actually flinches at the sound of Green's voice, recognizing nothing familiar in the words but accusation, anger. Red's heart skips a beat and his breath hitches, hate rising in his throat like bile. Stop it, he thinks with a sudden rush of dizziness, stop looking at him. Stop. Leave him alone. Get out.
He has to get out of here.
Scooping up Pikachu in one arm without thinking and his bag's strap in the other, Red half-jumps and half staggers to his feet, already trying to move. He stumbles, unsteady and trying to put distance between them before he even balances. He nearly trips and doesn't seem to notice, getting upright with one shaking leg giving way to another until he's walking. He can't stand it. He has to be alone, be somewhere, the other one's shouting still and Red hates him for it because is he stupid doesn't he know he has to shut up and be quiet–]
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He has to get out of here.
Scooping up Pikachu in one arm without thinking and his bag's strap in the other, Red half-jumps and half staggers to his feet, already trying to move. He stumbles, unsteady and trying to put distance between them before he even balances. He nearly trips and doesn't seem to notice, getting upright with one shaking leg giving way to another until he's walking. He can't stand it. He has to be alone, be somewhere, the other one's shouting still and Red hates him for it because is he stupid doesn't he know he has to shut up and be quiet–]